Are you a “working for the weekend” kind of person? But then the weekend arrives and you have so many errands to run, things to do and sleep to catch up on that you don’t notice it is the weekend until it is suddenly Monday morning again?
Or perhaps Kid Rock’s “All summer long” fits you better; reminiscing about the good ol’ days and wishing you could go back. So much so that you forget to pay attention to where your life it going now?
I have met people who are very Meatloaf’s “Bat out of Hell”. They are going somewhere fast. Be where that somewhere is and what they are going to do when they get there is anybody’s guess. One thing you know for sure, it is going to end badly.
What about you? If you were to pick a theme song for your life what would it be? Why? Does it fit where you are or is it a fantasy of what you wish your life was? Are you happy with what that says about where your life is going? What if you could change the path your life is on simply by changing your theme song?
Here is my tip for this week – Figure out what the theme song is for your life and then answer the questions I asked above. If you don’t like what that says about where life is taking you – change it. Then make a plan to take life in a better direction.
I have decided my song is “Defying Gravity” from Wicked. I picked that song because that is what I am doing with my business, the Stop The Drama! campaign and my new book. I am done allowing the status quo to dictate the dearth of skills available to people who want to achieve more from their potential. There is no reason it should take a doctoral degree (like it did for me) to locate and become good at effective communication and productive conflict. I am going to defy the gravity that says those skills are only for those who can afford expensive executive coaching. I am going to provide them to anyone wants to know.
Don’t let life live you, live it! What theme song does your passion deserve and what are you doing to live it? Tell us about it in the comments!
Next week: Women are to Blame for the Glass Ceiling